Recently divorced, just moved into my own place for the first time ever at the grand old age of 35. The feeling of utter contentment and joy I feel when i close the door on the world and curl up on my sofa, in my tidy flat that’s exactly how I like it and
how I left it, is beyond anything I imagined.
I thought I’d be lonely but i have DC half the week and every other weekend, plenty of friends and hobbies, a job i love, and my life just feels…finally right.
Anyone else relate? It feels almost criminally indulgent to enjoy peace and solitude so much!